These are a few photos from the week we spent with my mother who attended her 66th high school reunion during the Free Street Fair in Loudonville, Ohio.
That's the town of Loudonville, where Mom grew up and she and Dad raised us.
I walked onto the hill to look at stars and looking back toward the house saw Mother reading her book.
I love cows. Across the road, this one was also enjoying the morning.
My precious grand-niece, Katie - pointing at the duckies.
I love old barns.
Ohio morning glories reach their full glory, right before frost.
Ann and Mom, standing at their childhood home and admiring the fir tree their father planted 80 years ago.
Mom was with us last week. Her Colorado kid-sis was visiting with us, too. Unfortunately she brought a virus with her. My husband and brother picked her up at the airport. She was hacking her head off. (Sorry - I'm tired and this won't be poetic) Now we all have 'the thing'. The concern is that with Mom's weakened heart - this could be rough. Dang. Just when you think you've found smooth water and clear air . .
We all spent the week in Loudonville where Mom and her sis grew up. I lived there until I was eighteen and now own a musty little 'weekender' a bit up the hill from my sweet brother, Bob and his sweeter wife, Robin.
During the visit I took a few photos and played border collie as I tried to herd those pesky viruses into the 'harmless corral'. This old collie is tired and disappointed. Back to the drawing board and probably back to Mom's to see that things are going OK.
I've missed dropping in on my blogging buddies. We were to travel this week, but with this bug I'll be home and have time to catch up. There's the silver lining I was looking for. Hope you are all well.